Yes, fifteen, not sixteen, not fourteen, just fifteen. Because I felt like it
I rep a killa-team, try keeping your heads on
Me losing is like Howard in a casket, dead wrong
I put my hat on, then I add on heat for this era
I’m a General, I fathered styles, I call ‘em Ciara
Vigilante, aint new, nor do I lean, I passed fine
Did it all alone, not one-side-kick like New Orleans after half time
Don’t try to fuck with me, like a cougar in my space
‘cause I could hit you mo’ often than googeling myspace
Why chase? Zu like Sticky from Onyx, I, lazy
I’m picky, skills? I own it, your chick? I lick-her call me Baileys
You don’t belong here, just move grounds like Haiti
Even if you had my passport picture you couldn’t face me
Holding me down is like a movie set, takes three-
Thousand, so I just astound my self with a victorious deep thread
Ideas pop out like D’s in a fake Victoria Secret...